"Nhhuuuh! Ghhhuuuh!" Josie's finger thumbed the metal clip that would let the hot water shoot into her cunt. As the warmth began to spread from the little holes at the end of the wand, she grabbed the rubber bag from the edge of the tub and held the open end shut while she squeezed it against her breasts. Squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax. It was obvious to her now that she was trying to mimic how she thought a male's exploding cock would feel. But she went on squeezing the bag with jerky convulsions anyhow.
Inside her the hot spurts of water seemed to add to her breathlessness. She threw her ass around until the water of the tub splashed dangerously near the edge. She probed as deep as she could reach with the douche wand as the hot water jetted in short, throbbing pulses against her soft insides. The most glorious feeling burst through her. She cried out before she could think to smother her joy. She closed her thighs tightly, capturing the stick of plastic as it spurted its make-believe jizz. She wiggled her boyish ass furiously as if she were fucking her imaginary male as good as he was fucking her.
"Ohhhhh God!" she cried, "Fuck me! Ohhhh do it hard!"
Josie had slipped down in the tub so that her blond hair was soaked. She'd forgotten her composure, forgotten everything! What was happening to her? All she could think of was that throbbing, tantalizing force that had enslaved her. She was at its mercy. She could only try to make the ecstasy keep on lasting!
"Uhhhh," she moaned. "It's over. It's stopping! Ohhhh God, don't let it stop!" But she was sinking to her chin now, her body radiating a warm glow. She was wiggling and rolling her white bottom around against the tub. And though her douche bag still pushed water up the tube and into her pussy, it just felt good now, not ecstatic.
Gingerly she pulled the plastic wand put of her body. A tendril of red floated away from her cuntlips as she stared through the clear, clean water.
"I've hurt myself," she gasped, touching a finger down to her tender lips. But there was no special soreness, nothing that indicated she was seriously injured. She wondered if perhaps she'd torn her hymen a little with all her squirming around while the wand had been inside her. She hurriedly stepped from the bath and sat on the edge of the tub on a towel while she pried her cuntlips open to look.
"Yes, there it is." The red little bump of her cherry had been stretched slightly. The slit that the doctor had cut was torn somewhat larger. But it was still no larger than her thumb. And even that would be a tight fit. So Josie let out a breath of relief and pulled herself together. She was still a virgin. And a virgin she expected to remain. But now her thoughts were disturbed by the experience she'd just passed through. Never in her life had such an intensity of emotions washed over her. Already she was wondering how to fit this new experience into her life. Would she ever be able to return to life like always? Or would she again be tempted to do these unbelievably thrilling things to her body? She dried her white skin until it glowed red. When she stepped into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around her, Ronnie was on the bed looking at her.
"Enjoy yourself?" her older sister asked. There was the lilt of insinuation in her tone. Josie blushed guiltily.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You know what I mean. Hell, I heard you hollering."
"I was taking a shampoo and the water got hot."
"You weren't hollering that kind of holler," Ronnie giggled. The way she was sitting, Josie could see her dress stretching carelessly across her upper thighs. The dark patch of her cunt hair showed clearly.
"I really don't have any idea what you're talking about," Josie said, and went to the chest of drawers she shared with her sister. She pulled out a pair of her panties. They were all alike so she didn't have to dig through her things. She pulled the panties over her feet and when she got them up to where the towel was, she dropped it.
Ronnie laughed. "You're so damned shy. I mean, I'm your own sister. What happens when you get married? What if your husband wants to see you naked?"
"Who said I was getting married?"
Ronnie started for the bathroom. Josie remembered that she'd forgotten to put away her things and started after. But her older sister beat her to the door and went in. She came back out grinning bigger than ever, the douche bag and its attachments dangling from her fingers.
"Well, let me tell you, sister," she said, eyes sparkling with amusement. "A man is a damn sight better than this."
Josie took the things from her without looking up. She crammed the tube and wand into the zipper case and threw it all in her drawer. She felt like crawling under the chair. But then she looked up at her sister and something got to her. She laughed. They both laughed. And then Josie ran to her closet and fished around for something to wear. She didn't know why she should be so amused. After all Ronnie had gotten awfully personal.
"You going to the airport to meet Kendall's plane?" Ronnie asked.
"He's coming in today?"
"Yeah, but you don't remember him."
"My own cousin? Sure I do." Josie bit her lip. "Sort of."
"He's your age exactly," Ronnie went on. "And I'll bet he remembers you."
"How come?"
"Cause his folks caught the two of you in the garage when you were six."
"And?" Josie said.
"You were both buck naked." Ronnie crossed her arms. Her eyes were bright with merriment. "Kendall was sucking your toes."
Josie blushed again. "What is all this stuff you keep hitting me with today?" she snapped, glaring from under her blond bangs.
"Oh, I'm just reminding you that you're a real live human girl. Not an ivory princess without feelings." Ronnie scratched herself under one big breast. "Sometimes I think you've forgotten just how naughty you used to be."
"Does this blue dress look alright?" Josie said, holding the frock against her while she turned. Her white legs flashed sensuously below the hem.
"Kendall will go bananas," Ronnie nodded.
CHAPTER THREE
"I'm sorry Evan couldn't come with us to meet you," Roslyn said, slamming the trunk. Kendall was about to get in the back seat with Josie and Ronnie but she grabbed his elbow just in time and nudged him towards the other door. "Hey, I don't want to ride all alone up here like some chauffeur."
"Sorry, Aunt Roslyn," the teen said. He was tall and lanky with light-brown hair that curled over his forehead. His gray eyes sparkled. He had a tan that wouldn't quit. None of this was lost on Roslyn. Her libido was already working overtime.
If it weren't for those two angels in the back seat she might have kissed her lovely nephew on the lips. They'd always been very, very close. Roslyn could remember one particular time when the boy had came to her bed afraid after a bad thunderstorm. She'd been baby-sitting him for her sister. Kendall had been eleven. She'd hugged him close for hours and the boy had nuzzled happily between her warm, soft breasts.
"I've got a wonderful room for you," she gushed. "I'm reserving one half of the guest house for you. There's plenty of space. I know you like a quiet place to do your yoga."
"You still do it too, don't you, Aunt Roslyn?"
"Sure do. I'm hoping we can do it together." She noticed that Kendall blushed a little at this and remembered that he had mentioned something about how he liked to do his yoga in the nude. She trembled at the thought of seeing his lanky nakedness in various positions.